Walking between the vans, Monica's fingers kept trembling. She was trying to be as stealthy as possible. Her best version. The one she had never thought she could have.

When she peeked into one of the open vans, her heart skipped a beat, making everything even more horrible than it was for a moment. But the place was empty. She glanced at Connor, and he curtly nodded. Nearing another one, Monica strained her ears. It was eerily quiet, but if the man was alone in there, why wouldn't it be? She slid on the wall of the van, making sure to remain as quiet as possible. When she reached the...